Tuesday

This is the first of 4 stanzas I wrote in the Spring. It is my favorite of the four, and although relatively short I am very proud of it : ) it was my first intensive revision project, as well as the first poem I wrote on my typewriter!

Tuesday (excerpt)

I. BIRTHDAY

I remember the day Tuesday was born;

a thousand pounds of cloud fell in on the hospital

and doctors spoke in tongues of thunder.

Nurses in canvas-white scrubs shuffled through the halls

and finally pressed the raisin body into my arms,

wine red, new with oxygen

and screaming like a sailboat in a storm.